The death seeping through the broken veins
she faces a dark demon inside her mind
and counts the drips of burgundy falling from her arm
she looks in the pieces of her mirror
at her deteriorated face and touches her scars
she saddens to a deadly crisp
and is frozen with a cold breath

Now death is looking in from the front window
as she closes her eyes and takes in a sigh
death tickles her body and looks her way
she leans toward the wall as the air turns black
everything around her is covered in death
rotting away like a simple sorrow
she sits and tries to think of other things
distracted by the ways of her life
the death ghost circles her dying body
and she soon cries herself to sleep
but never wakes up
 
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